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or later. So I had to target my inquiries, and sought out
fashionable young people who did not look as though
they’d just stepped out of a black-and-white film.
Initially, those I asked just shrugged their shoulders, but
some stopped and thought and pointed in a variety of
mutually exclusive directions. Someone even asked me
‘How did you manage to choose Brčko as a place to surf
the ‘net?’ In the end, a cute redhead remembered that
someone she knew had recently opened a place like that.
She referred me to a glum guy, and I found myself in a
place that proudly called itself ‘the first cybercafé in
Brčko.’
‘What do you need Internet for?’
I didn’t understand the question but, luckily, the guy
realized that we were dealing with a foreigner.
‘This computer here has a camera, but its keyboard is a
little fucked up. L, M and K are a real mess. If you’re
gonna write emails, the computer over there is better.’
‘I just need to look up something online.’
‘Go for it then. Sit wherever you want. Mice are as good as
new.’